Luyện nghe bài hát Glide

Yo, Inspectah track
your back Yo

A of a wreckage
50 hot track leaking out the Lexus
hot, Cyclops, cyborg boulders
Call shop of horrors, Lyric just in my holster
Whip and boil, hurricane the holler
Daily operation, train tingle farther
8 seconds a scar style wild buccaneer
table revolve around ten musketeer
Think you, got all the
Think you poli bitches
You run the fuck opponent, gotten with the glitches
The swiftness, hit the spots that are
Shake the ground decent, 3 sticks of dyno

My administration the population
Start the next generation by insemination
Contaminate stations, for in the making
Concentration camps, Assassinate for industry
Abomination, The and confrontation you mistaken
I'm a nuclear bomb evasion
of the next man, when the Germans blazing
We this for occasions, regardless I see your expiration
your sweatin,
I cassette deck and eject your selection for air
Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a mind
A of hard rhyme, and slang cracking in spare time

Crime
We with the undisputed, routin toutin
21 gun solutin, new
Wu-Tang, slang bang unit
Put us in your deck, yo, improvement
Smash and blast the shit, I'm doper than
That makes you through the devil
And never
The stakes is hot, like snatch pots
And hot
Fully gats mmhmm
The uncanny, vilagialaty man
Crock, by the hook of the candy man
Look, now you caught up in the
Rap Tight and my appetite

Today's day, The gets dropped on America
Human civilization in concert concentration camps
Replacement amps blown, Speaker
The Mad seduction corruption
From The cells decreasing
Its sucker duck season. fuck
Blast as you trespass, bullet enters your mouth and your ass
Impregnate the math, then birth to a newborn
Figure of speech drew form, 8 arms
Napalms, collapses stages you on dominate
Drama face, abominate, sling behind the black high gate
The nine fades the of men
the cartridge in
Off the like telemarketing sales condone over the phone

Danger
Bozzy Capone alone, in a Stalon
With a great cannon, cerebral swollen
Straight ways scanning
All you roaches lay down I the brain damage
the banners, the green gamma ray
Gain up the same data,
Then a dark part D and you used to play all day
The ray sound stung you, You kung fu the cleaner
From fire I gun you for fun
9-1-1
Someone tore the tunnel son
1-2 Check fronts
Captain Crunch, on you for lunch
You punchbag drunk, bald headed
Top bunk, your trunk full of junk
Buffer and bump humping me
Ruff a scum muthafuckas,
Ducking my just luckily

Other emcees made a big
on the mic that's truly great
What? how you want it fried or
I place in right the heart of a snake
at mapps, take what we can take
Til the day we die, meet the gates
Arms going strong, I'm holding weight

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